The Embrace of the Octopus

ISN'T IT beautiful to be able to think? To think with a clear, open, and happy mind and know what you're thinking about and why, instead of letting the old booze-logged mind swirl and bubble like an overworked cesspool with thoughts of hatred, revenge, conniving, self-justification, and bewilderment, and finally, with big, hot tears of self-pity gently rolling down, the thought of the "only way out"--suicide. Did you ever experience that agonizing "comfort" in your loneliness?